My scary hollidays in England

Hello Jerry.

I’m back from my vacation in my village in England, I had a great time there. And I heard a scary story, my grandmother once told me about a cursed house in our neighborhood. She told me never to go near that house because I’ll get into trouble. Of curse, I didn’t believe her either. But when I went for a walk with my friends, we passed a house with rotten wooden windows and half broken ready to fall. For my friends, it seemed like I was fun and they went to get in. I was scared because images from the past had come to me. That house smelled like a dead pig. When we entered we heard 2 iron things falling down, we assumed they were knives. We all ran outside.No one knows what happened to this house. But it’s very scary…